Xiao Chen looked him up and down a few times and said, "Didn't you suffer a loss?"

Zhang Xingming shook his head and said, "No, I beat someone up, how can I not fight back? I'm afraid they will seek revenge on me. If they make a big fuss, they will definitely go to the police station and say hello first. I won't save trouble at that time. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to provoke them."

Officer Chen thought for a while and said, "Okay, I'll call there, but it may not be very useful. I just know each other and have nothing to do. We have no relationship with the open air side."

Zhang Xingming scratched his head and said, "Then forget it, don't be beaten anymore, let's talk about it if you have something to do. Uncle Chen, you don't have much strength."

Officer Chen laughed, took a cigarette and lit it, saying, "I am not the director, what strength can I do?"

Zhang Xingming looked up at him and said, "Uncle Chen, how old are you this year?"

Officer Chen said, "What's wrong? I'm thirty-six."

Zhang Xingming said: "How about you go to the Zhao family to be the director tomorrow, can you do it?"

Officer Chen was stunned for a moment and immediately smiled and said, "There is nothing that can't be done? It's easier than this policeman. Can you do it if you said it?"

Zhang Xingming thought for a while and said, "You get a copy of your files for me and I'll send them to Secretary Series. I haven't asked him for anything."

"Really?" Police Officer Chen's cigarette fell out. The accident was so big that he was shocked but not happy.

Zhang Xingming looked at him and said, "That can be fake. Is this a trivial matter worth coaxing you?"

Officer Chen laughed and said, "That's it, that's it. Your guy did a big deal. This matter is definitely not a big deal for you. Then I will take it seriously. When will I want it?"

Zhang Xingming thought about it and it was a bit worthwhile to go to find it, so he had to wait until the Yongfeng Community handed over the house. He had to be there at that time, and Secretary Series would definitely have to go there in person, just by the way.

He said, "It's the end of September, there will be a handover ceremony in Yongfeng in October. Secretary Series and I will get the venue. Then I will talk to him."

Officer Chen was stunned for a moment, and quickly flipped his head a few times, and said unexpectedly: "You made the Yongfeng piece? Oh, that piece has money, is it? What to hand over? Can you ask?"

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "There is nothing to keep secret. The community has been built for the municipal party committee. The house is delivered in October. The city said that a handover ceremony will be held. I will definitely have to go there. Okay, then I will go back. Don't forget it at the end of the month, I won't remind you."

Officer Chen said: "Okay, I can still forget this. I won't say much, it's all in my heart." Zhang Xingming nodded and walked home.

Having said that all the police officers he met in his previous life are still in school now and don’t deal with the police normally. There is only one who can be considered an acquaintance, which is cheaper for him.

When he walked to the entrance of Building 9, Chevrolet was parked here. He hadn't driven for several days and had a layer of dust. Zhang Xingming looked at the car and thought about it. Forget it, I'll wash it one day. It's troublesome to wash the car now. I have to go to the bus shift to get the water pipes myself.

When we got home, grandma and grandpa watched TV in the big house.

I went into the hut and pulled out the code box under my bed, found the pistol and gun certificate from the bottom of the money, looked at it, the magazine was full, hung the gun holster onto the belt, inserted the gun in, stood up and took a look, the clothes could block it, put the gun certificate in my pocket, and put the code box back under the bed, and now I feel relieved.

It’s not that he is timid, but that he is fighting fiercely at this time in the Northeast. He is really hitting and stabbing when he uses a knife and a stick.

He remembered that a classmate in his last life had someone beat him, so he put an iron ball in his schoolbag. When he met at school the next day, he swung his schoolbag and smashed it on the other party's head. He opened the puff and spurted blood all the way away. The other party almost died in the hospital.

In this era, when fighting in Northeast China is not aroused, it will make others look down on you and lose face.

At this time, you are concerned about revenge and don’t have money. If you get injured and raised for a few days, you will want to beat the other party and take revenge. If you can’t hit the fist, you will have a stick. If you can’t use a stick, you will use a knife. If you can’t stab a small knife, you will have a big knife. Not to mention that people are hurt every day in society, you will have to cut down one person every few days in school.

It was not until the mid-to-late 1990s that the fight started to lose money. The fight slowly became less ruthless, but they were still fighting every day, and many people were using knives and guns to the point.

Moreover, there were very few fights in this period, and they were all fighting in groups. In my memory, my brothers often fought with each other seven or eight dozen people, and they practiced themselves. If the other party had seven or eight people holding sticks, what if they didn't run away?

I brought Officer Chen to the top to be the director, just to arrange two policemen to sit in the school at that time, and call the police if there is anything to do, and at the same time I can find a backer for so many bullied students.

These days, there are quite a lot of students who are bullied and robbed of money every day in school.

After packing up, there is nothing to do, and it is not interesting to go out to play. If it weren't for the obsession with the memory of his previous life, he wouldn't even miss this junior high school. He was weak and sickly in his previous life. He was always beaten when he was just in school, but his brother never finished junior high school.

There are also those classmates who have never met in their previous life for decades and are always missing. There are also a few classmates' fates that they must change.

After thinking about it, I went to the big house, turned the sound of the TV a little lowered, talked to my grandparents, picked up the phone, and called 113 to ask for the provincial party committee.

The phone call came back very quickly. After a few minutes, the phone started to scream and picked it up and listened: "Hello, is it Mr. Zhang's house?" There was a woman opposite. Zhang Xingming's phone number at home was recorded on the provincial party committee, and it was considered an important number in the first sequence.

"Well, I'm Zhang Xingming, I'll look for Director Chen and Director Chen Jiacheng."

"You wait."

Six or seven minutes later, "Hey? Erming?" Secretary Chen's voice sounded.

"It's me, isn't it easy to speak?" Zhang Xingming asked.

Secretary Chen said a few words over there and waited for a minute, "Okay, let's talk, what's so mysterious? I'm having a meeting."

"Then let me tell you a long story short. You can report to Secretary Shen. Two things. One is that the government has prepared 130 million US dollars. Yes, 130 million US dollars. Just put it there, just wait for me to believe it. Let's talk about it when we meet. Yes.

In addition, I want to have 500 acres of land and 500 acres in the industrial park. Ah? No, if I don’t expand the factory, I will build another new factory, ah? I will build cars. Yes, build domestic cars.

There is no problem with all aspects of technology. I have planned this for a long time and now it can be implemented. Yes, it is absolutely fine. But listen, I don’t give it to me if I don’t give it to you, and I’ll give it to you for nothing. Yes, I’m right, I’ll give it to you for nothing.
Chapter completed!